141 CXLI. Phase 1 (1/2)
”Dag! Good morning!” said the grey-bearded old man.
”Good morning!” replied Dag, approaching him.
Before the man could say anything else, Dag interrupted him: ”Tonight I thought about what to do with the riches we have taken from the bandits. We will take a part of them, only the things we can carry on our horses without weighing them down too much”.
”And what about the rest of the loot?” the old man naively asked, already knowing the answer.
”The two horses that drive the wagon... if well fed and cared for, they will soon be in full force. We will leave you both of them and the wagon so that you can trade with the nearby villages. You won't miss the trade, I assure you” Dag continued, winking at the old man.
”Why do you do all this for us? No one has ever treated us so kindly” he asked, looking Dag in the eye.
”I don't know why... I just do it. The case brought us together and from the first moment, I felt inside me that you needed help” he replied.
”I believe that was not the case. I think the Gods have something to do with it” smiled the old man, as Dag walked away, walking toward his teammates.
Reidar was alone next to the horses.
”Where's Karl?” asked Dag.
”Try to imagine” Reidar replied, in a tongue-in-cheek tone.
”Hahaha... well, I think it's right that he and Agnes say goodbye” said Dag, who approached Aslan to caress him.
Waiting for Karl, Dag and Reidar began to take some of the goods contained in the wagon and put them in the pockets hanging from the saddles of the horses.
They took some gold items and some fur, which would have come in handy if the temperature had dropped.
Dag grabbed a large gold bar, trying to feel its weight, which was around 2 kilos, and tucked it into his horse's bag.
”Hey, brothers... what'd I miss?”
Karl had just come out of Agnes' hut, with his usual post-sex disheveled hair.
”Hahah! Nothing, come here and choose what you want!” said Reidar, as Dag laughed, touching his belly.
When Karl also chose his personal loot, the three friends found themselves in front of their horses.
Karl opened his healer's chest and pulled out one of the needle-like metal tubes.
”Then, Dag. Let's try. Sit here” he said, asking Dag to sit on a nearby log.
”Wait... I can help you in some way” said Dag, who pulled a snare out of one of his boots and tied it tightly around his arm, as if it was a tourniquet.
The veins of Dag's arm swelled, becoming easier to identify.
Karl, without saying anything, slowly approached the small tube on Dag's arm and trying to be as precise as possible, he slipped it into the thickest vein of his arm.